ASAP Rocky ☆ Phoenix

[Verse 1]

Bloody ink on my pad spelled suicide

Michael Jackson even passed cause you scrutinized

F-ck illuminati lies, say I’m lucified

Baptised in the gutter, motherf-cker you decide

Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide

Or the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized

Good and bad having wars, n-gga, choose a side

Now all hail to the Lord like you do to God

Who am I, Lord Flacko

Painting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat Picasso

Capo Head Hancho, now my following’s colossal

Ain’t no boxer, Pacquiao, but got the chopper en todo caso

It’s like you heard, God spoke, I’ve seen the ghetto gospel

The choir like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low

Sister Mary Jane to make me see from singing high notes

The bible or the rifle, goodnight folks

[Verse 2]

Bloody ink on my pen spelled suicide

Kurt Cobain even died cause you scrutinize

It’s a fine line between truth and lies

Jesus Christ never lied, still was crucified

That’s why I never judge another n-gga

Life’s a bitch, but that bitch in love with other n-ggas

3 to a bed, sheets, no covers n-gga

Dirty kitchen, no supper in the cupboards n-gga

Sucker n-ggas, wassup with n-ggas?

So my new attitude is like “F-ck them n-ggas!”

I grew up with n-ggas but don’t f-ck with n-ggas

I don’t trust them n-ggas, ain’t got no love for n-ggas

Had the gold grills shining like them southern n-ggas

Kept it trilla, now the whole world f-ckin’ with us

Meanwhile you treated all of us like other n-ggas

Now your world is in my palm, take cover n-ggas

If I should ever fall, Lord pick me up

Ever since a baby, two deuce in sippy cups

Ever since them diapers and my zip-me-ups

Now I’m walking on my own, y’all, wish me luck

[Outro]

Where do we lie

Tell me where do we stand

Where do we go

It’s all part of the plan